<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583</id><updated>2011-09-11T04:06:17.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tennessee Nobles</title><subtitle type='html'>What happens when you try to raise tornadoes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-9049394861811591224</id><published>2010-12-13T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T14:52:47.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTmas time</title><content type='html'>Tonight as I type, my heart is so very full.  I think back to where my family was this exact time last year.  Quinn had lost his job, totaled  the car and had started a new career that would take him away from his family.  I was eight months pregnant and on the worst emotional roller coaster I have ever been on.  That night, the start of the 12 days of Christmas, opened my eyes to how blessed I was.  I was blessed to know who my Savior was and who I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;regards&lt;/span&gt; to him.  I am daughter of God.  He know our needs and will always provide for us.  It might not be in the ways we had planned, but if we open our eyes and seek Him, we will see the blessings.  I was blessed to have my family and my ward family that took it upon themselves to shower my family with love and compassion.  Not a day went by that something was not left for my children on our door step or a phone call was made just to check in on us.  Not a day went by that I did not know how much my Heavenly Father was watching out for me.   In such a dark time, I have never felt closer to my Savior.  Not a day goes by now that I do not see his sweet grace surround me.  Yes, it was a hard time for my family.  It was also the best time for us.  My sons were shown the TRUE meaning of Christmas and I am forever grateful for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-9049394861811591224?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/9049394861811591224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=9049394861811591224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/9049394861811591224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/9049394861811591224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-time.html' title='CHRISTmas time'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-6055300823351992537</id><published>2010-09-08T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:07:08.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten</title><content type='html'>These are the top ten reasons I have not been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1  I just don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2  Every time I get on the computer I have to look up something related to Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Can't blog when you are living it up at Silver Dollar City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Emmett is so stinkin cute that I spend to much time kissing his chubby cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 I'm too busy dancing to Boom Boom Pow with Porter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Corban had taken over the computer playing Indiana Jones Lego games.  And he can navigate anywhere online.  He's 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 Too busy giving my sister-in-law a hard time when she came to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8  My husband is pretty hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9  My babies are getting way too big and I am trying to stop time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10  I'm too busy reading your blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop your crying, I know you've missed me.  I'll be back sometime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-6055300823351992537?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/6055300823351992537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=6055300823351992537' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/6055300823351992537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/6055300823351992537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2010/09/top-ten.html' title='Top Ten'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-5712486932487113249</id><published>2010-06-27T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T20:24:10.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Mommy</title><content type='html'>Let me set the scene for you.  It's around 10pm and the boys have been asleep for about 45 mins.  I hear the fireworks from the church down the street's celebration.  I think  Corban would love to watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (thinking I am an awesome Mom) go wake up Corban and take him downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;We go outside and I tell him there is something awesome I want to show him.&lt;br /&gt;He looks at the sky and says (with FAKED emotion)" Wow mom, that's great.  Can I back to bed now?"&lt;br /&gt;I tried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-5712486932487113249?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/5712486932487113249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=5712486932487113249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/5712486932487113249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/5712486932487113249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2010/06/mean-mommy.html' title='Mean Mommy'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-8240321783905831033</id><published>2010-05-25T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T13:25:25.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_wxck5fT4I/AAAAAAAAATs/F15fgRnZHlE/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_wxck5fT4I/AAAAAAAAATs/F15fgRnZHlE/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475305613986582402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quinn and Corban just getting some snuggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_wxcAWFnlI/AAAAAAAAATk/CYvk8JCrv0Q/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_wxcAWFnlI/AAAAAAAAATk/CYvk8JCrv0Q/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475305604174421586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_wml5Gdd-I/AAAAAAAAATE/1L1Pg7vIRqs/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_wml5Gdd-I/AAAAAAAAATE/1L1Pg7vIRqs/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475293679400613858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went swimming one day last week and I tried this on Porter to make sure it fit at 10:00 am. When we left at 1:00 it was still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_wmnABZBaI/AAAAAAAAATc/tJvJDnHMVrQ/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_wmnABZBaI/AAAAAAAAATc/tJvJDnHMVrQ/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475293698438268322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor Emmett fell asleep playing and his brothers "gave" him some more toys to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_wmmrahVxI/AAAAAAAAATU/55X6_ITfA1o/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_wmmrahVxI/AAAAAAAAATU/55X6_ITfA1o/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475293692906526482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone loves his new Bumbo seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_wmmQSFBFI/AAAAAAAAATM/rC7FN_MLD5w/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_wmmQSFBFI/AAAAAAAAATM/rC7FN_MLD5w/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475293685623358546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby graduated his first year of pre-school.  He can count to 100, write his name and all the letters/numbers and is starting to sound out words. I am beyond proud of that boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-8240321783905831033?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/8240321783905831033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=8240321783905831033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/8240321783905831033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/8240321783905831033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2010/05/photo-update.html' title='Photo update'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_wxck5fT4I/AAAAAAAAATs/F15fgRnZHlE/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-2104823132503333049</id><published>2010-05-24T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:50:05.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You never know. . .</title><content type='html'>I have been blessed in my life to be surrounded by amazing people.  I am amazed by some of the women in my ward.  Here is one of them&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;a href="https://www.itsaboutlove.org/ial/profiles/22156129/ourMessage.jsf"&gt;Carland Starla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.itsaboutlove.org/ial/profiles/22156129/ourMessage.jsf"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;  They are currently trying to add to their adorable family and are trying to get the word out.  If you know of anyone looking or thinking of placing a  child for adoption, feel free to pass the word on.  This family is awesome.   The love that they have for each other is amazing.   I wish they could adopt me!  Good luck guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-2104823132503333049?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/2104823132503333049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=2104823132503333049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/2104823132503333049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/2104823132503333049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-never-know.html' title='You never know. . .'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-1115175119031080221</id><published>2010-05-20T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:56:20.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pat on the back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_WDFXtuHbI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e5zPb9wH4qc/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_WDFXtuHbI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e5zPb9wH4qc/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473425050427071922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I am SUPER stoked at my shopping today.  I followed the advice found on this web site &lt;a href="http://www.savingabundle.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;  This lady is here in Memphis and is AMAZING.   She checks the sales here in town and posts links to coupons.  Basically she does the hard work and I reap the benefits. So see the all of this????   FOUR packs of diapers, SIX wipe boxes and TWO refill wipes.  ( the super cute boy was free) Guess how much I paid.  Just guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_WDFDnA8rI/AAAAAAAAAS0/o6d2vRzgi-A/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_WDFDnA8rI/AAAAAAAAAS0/o6d2vRzgi-A/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473425045030236850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of this for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;$36.00&lt;/span&gt;  Go ahead, be amazed.  I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-1115175119031080221?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/1115175119031080221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=1115175119031080221' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/1115175119031080221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/1115175119031080221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2010/05/pat-on-back.html' title='Pat on the back'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S_WDFXtuHbI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e5zPb9wH4qc/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-8411003961450824425</id><published>2010-04-30T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:11:54.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little buggers</title><content type='html'>Conservation with Corban :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You guys (Corban, Porter, Emmett) were supposed to be sleeping.  Why did ya'll wake up after only 30 mins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban:  I don't know.  I don't want my nap anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Where is MY nap? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban:  You can rest right here on the couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I have a filling that you (tickling Corban) and you (tickling Porter) and you (tickling Emmett) will all start bugging me as soon as I lay down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban:  But Mommy that's not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why not?  Are you gonna not bug me on the couch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban:  Well, Emmett can't bug you cause he's short and has little arms that can't reach the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-8411003961450824425?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/8411003961450824425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=8411003961450824425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/8411003961450824425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/8411003961450824425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-little-buggers.html' title='My little buggers'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-700703158592252868</id><published>2010-04-13T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:15:00.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Birthday Boy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S8OfC1vs6XI/AAAAAAAAASk/JyXWFuLnPUg/s1600/April+2010+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S8OfC1vs6XI/AAAAAAAAASk/JyXWFuLnPUg/s320/April+2010+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459382044438882674" border="0" /&gt;Porter and I had a date for his birthday.  One of his favorite things to do is jump on these things at the mall.  So here is a recap of our date!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S8OfCMEQfUI/AAAAAAAAASc/Um9JjvsL87A/s1600/April+2010+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S8OfCMEQfUI/AAAAAAAAASc/Um9JjvsL87A/s320/April+2010+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459382033250811202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He really gets some air.  All the way back to the car be kept saying WEEE and bouncing his hands.  I loves this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S8OfB2K0g-I/AAAAAAAAASU/dsMBRiC0OfE/s1600/April+2010+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S8OfB2K0g-I/AAAAAAAAASU/dsMBRiC0OfE/s320/April+2010+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459382027372757986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating some yummy chicken nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S8OfBuGEkOI/AAAAAAAAASM/zZCPAvYxM4c/s1600/April+2010+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S8OfBuGEkOI/AAAAAAAAASM/zZCPAvYxM4c/s320/April+2010+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459382025205354722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And what birthday isn't complete with out Star Wars?  Build-A-Bear has these super cute costumes that he kept screaming "Skywalker!!" at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-700703158592252868?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/700703158592252868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=700703158592252868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/700703158592252868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/700703158592252868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-birthday-boy.html' title='It&apos;s the Birthday Boy!!'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S8OfC1vs6XI/AAAAAAAAASk/JyXWFuLnPUg/s72-c/April+2010+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-2479855167430210598</id><published>2010-04-12T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:20:31.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two years already???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Happy Birthday Porter!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S8T6haybkQI/AAAAAAAAASs/BSrvP_ue5mQ/s1600/248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S8T6haybkQI/AAAAAAAAASs/BSrvP_ue5mQ/s320/248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459764100313354498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh my how the past two years have flown by.  I guess that's because Porter keeps me on my toes.  So I would like to slow down of a second and tell my sweet boy how much I love him.  Porter, here are some reasons why I love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give the best snuggles&lt;br /&gt;you look so darn cute when you do the Funky Monkey&lt;br /&gt;when you try to be "super sneaky"&lt;br /&gt;you growl&lt;br /&gt;you want to be just like you big brother&lt;br /&gt;you have to kiss Emmett good night everynight&lt;br /&gt;when you "squeeze me tight"&lt;br /&gt;whenever I ask you what you want for dinner you yell "TACO!!"&lt;br /&gt;you answer to the name Skywalker&lt;br /&gt;your big blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;your contagious giggle&lt;br /&gt;because God knew I needed you so I could just stop and laugh sometimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-2479855167430210598?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/2479855167430210598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=2479855167430210598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/2479855167430210598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/2479855167430210598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2010/04/two-years-already.html' title='Two years already???'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S8T6haybkQI/AAAAAAAAASs/BSrvP_ue5mQ/s72-c/248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-7018369477926050919</id><published>2010-03-29T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:27:29.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Mom's go through for one good picture.</title><content type='html'>This is Corban telling me "Mommy, Emmett is crying" (see him pointing)  Just in case I didn't notice.  Porter is in his own world again.  Not listening to anything I say.  Playing with his own camera while I take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S7DM1q0eGgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cR7bPdmo9a8/s1600/easter+2010+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S7DM1q0eGgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cR7bPdmo9a8/s320/easter+2010+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454084371145169410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porter is not letting go of the camera for anything. And Emmett is still crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S7DM1G8jwyI/AAAAAAAAARs/pEyBM3rqJ08/s1600/easter+2010+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S7DM1G8jwyI/AAAAAAAAARs/pEyBM3rqJ08/s320/easter+2010+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454084361515418402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The result:  Pretty dang cute if I do say so myself.  Sorry ladies, they are all spoken for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S7DM0x6SUwI/AAAAAAAAARk/Ohm3b_ChL0I/s1600/easter+2010+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S7DM0x6SUwI/AAAAAAAAARk/Ohm3b_ChL0I/s320/easter+2010+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454084355868742402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE THESE BOYS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-7018369477926050919?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/7018369477926050919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=7018369477926050919' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/7018369477926050919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/7018369477926050919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-moms-go-through-for-one-good.html' title='What Mom&apos;s go through for one good picture.'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S7DM1q0eGgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cR7bPdmo9a8/s72-c/easter+2010+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-6772687551948157155</id><published>2010-03-25T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:55:07.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too soon</title><content type='html'>Corban came home from preschool with homework.  My baby is growing up.  I tell him this as I get a little teary eyed and he said "Mom. you knew this was gonna happen.  All kids grow up to do homework."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-6772687551948157155?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/6772687551948157155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=6772687551948157155' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/6772687551948157155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/6772687551948157155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-soon.html' title='Too soon'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-387325042813147811</id><published>2010-03-22T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:54:41.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 vs 1- and the 4 are winning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S5BJ8gsqMqI/AAAAAAAAARM/7NLkLDSdbF8/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S5BJ8gsqMqI/AAAAAAAAARM/7NLkLDSdbF8/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444933253409157794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some days I comb Corban's hair.  This was not one of those days.  Maybe this is why I have three boys. And some times Porter wears pants.  Again, this is not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S5BJ8XpOinI/AAAAAAAAARE/EI-6Ig7K24k/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S5BJ8XpOinI/AAAAAAAAARE/EI-6Ig7K24k/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444933250978843250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porter REALLY loves Emmett.  He wants to be around him all the time.  No matter how many times I tell him to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S5BJ73GRI8I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Bi61sLv4w6w/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S5BJ73GRI8I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Bi61sLv4w6w/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444933242242278338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how I find Porter every morning.  He looks out the window while drinking his bottle in Emmett"s bathtub.  Gotta love that kid.  Gotta love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S5BJ7bVIxDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/cMDJwExtaio/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S5BJ7bVIxDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/cMDJwExtaio/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444933234788451378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried a photo shoot.  Didn't end up that well.  Newborns don't look at the camera when you need them to.  Or they start crying.  Or spit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are a few pic of the new addition and the new activities that have been happening in a house of 4 males and one lone female.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-387325042813147811?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/387325042813147811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=387325042813147811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/387325042813147811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/387325042813147811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2010/03/4-vs-1-and-4-are-winning.html' title='4 vs 1- and the 4 are winning'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S5BJ8gsqMqI/AAAAAAAAARM/7NLkLDSdbF8/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-8847046389353870729</id><published>2010-03-04T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:30:14.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's crafty. . .</title><content type='html'>Not me.  I'm far from crafty.  I made a blanket. Once. (hope you like your one of a kinda Miss Emma)  I am AMAZED at the women I know that are so crafty.  Here is an example of one that I am lucky go to church with.  Not only is she SUPER crafty, she is just an all around great person.  I personally have been blessed by her sweet attitude and kind spirit and look forward to getting to know her better.  Check out some of the amazing stuff&lt;a href="http://compulsivelycreative.blogspot.com/"&gt; she&lt;/a&gt; can do and I can just look at and say WOW.  There are some awesome tutorials for those of you that sew.  (I'm not and I am Okay with that)  She makes it look so easy.  Guess it would be if you had talent like she does!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-8847046389353870729?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/8847046389353870729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=8847046389353870729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/8847046389353870729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/8847046389353870729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2010/03/shes-crafty.html' title='She&apos;s crafty. . .'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-5981298855299922552</id><published>2010-02-12T11:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:38:17.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let 's hear it for the boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S3Wstt6XQ2I/AAAAAAAAAQk/3NaYF38BAQ0/s1600-h/all+photos+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S3Wstt6XQ2I/AAAAAAAAAQk/3NaYF38BAQ0/s320/all+photos+137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437442026538222434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can you not be in love with that?  Emmett has been such a good baby.  He LOVES to be held and will sleep in you arms all day if you let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S3WstaG2rbI/AAAAAAAAAQc/nOYMPeleO1Q/s1600-h/all+photos+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S3WstaG2rbI/AAAAAAAAAQc/nOYMPeleO1Q/s320/all+photos+131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437442021221903794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this face, this face was made to kiss!!  Porter loving some yummy cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S3WstBomtKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9buHE2IZP7M/s1600-h/all+photos+134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S3WstBomtKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9buHE2IZP7M/s320/all+photos+134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437442014652576930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet sweet Corban.  This boy will entertain himself for hours.  The Lord knows I need him to sometimes. I think he played in that box for like 30 mins or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S3WssjOGsqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/zmOR_fj-Pug/s1600-h/all+photos+125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S3WssjOGsqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/zmOR_fj-Pug/s320/all+photos+125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437442006488363682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the fact that no matter what time of day it is, whenever Quinn sits in this chair and holds Emmett, he falls asleep.  Happens EVERY time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, these are a few of the things I'm in love with this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-5981298855299922552?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/5981298855299922552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=5981298855299922552' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/5981298855299922552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/5981298855299922552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-s-hear-it-for-boys.html' title='Let &apos;s hear it for the boys!'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S3Wstt6XQ2I/AAAAAAAAAQk/3NaYF38BAQ0/s72-c/all+photos+137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-4635182702236673357</id><published>2010-01-23T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T06:23:59.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so glad when Daddy comes home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S1sAQNo5-MI/AAAAAAAAAQE/A2DwppHS7nU/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S1sAQNo5-MI/AAAAAAAAAQE/A2DwppHS7nU/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429934054264404162" border="0" /&gt;Quinn was able to come home for a few days last week and I will refer to them as heaven.  Here are a few of the FUN things we did.  Despite Corban's face in the pic, he really did love PumpItUp.  They had a blast.  Porter kept climbing up the huge slide all by himself.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S1sAP9bpdiI/AAAAAAAAAP8/igzHzIimVus/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S1sAP9bpdiI/AAAAAAAAAP8/igzHzIimVus/s320/054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429934049913828898" border="0" /&gt;Here we are catching some serious air.  You really do get some speed gong down these things!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S1sAPXiUBtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/1mW7lU944IY/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S1sAPXiUBtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/1mW7lU944IY/s320/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429934039741236946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One Happy Birthday party at Chuck-e-Cheese.  Porter really enjoyed the Star Wars cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S1sAO8bTbBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xlWVdMQjtPc/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S1sAO8bTbBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xlWVdMQjtPc/s320/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429934032464079890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban kept smiling so big you couldn't see that he had eyes!  We had a great time and want to thank all of our friends and family for coming and sending awesome gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S1sAOrmQO_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/5HJYda6pIsU/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S1sAOrmQO_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/5HJYda6pIsU/s320/070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429934027946605554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how things were spent most of the time.  Corban and Quinn playing trios' (kinda like Lego's but they snap together.  They are awesome) and Porter glued to Quinn's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stuff that happened but no pictures:  a really fun day at the Children's Museum,  me beating everyone in boxing on the Wii, me getting my trash kicked in baseball on the Wii,  yummy dinner date to Huey's , good food with friends, another trip to ChuckECheese,  and finally one round of a nasty stomach bug with one trip the the hospital for dehydration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee for Daddy coming home!!   We love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-4635182702236673357?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/4635182702236673357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=4635182702236673357' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/4635182702236673357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/4635182702236673357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-glad-when-daddy-comes-home.html' title='I&apos;m so glad when Daddy comes home'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/S1sAQNo5-MI/AAAAAAAAAQE/A2DwppHS7nU/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-2788492280357559641</id><published>2009-12-21T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:32:13.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have finally caught my breath.</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, November was not the most fun month for us.  Quinn was laid off from the steamfitters union.  This is something that was always know could/would happen.  This is actually his second layoff.   The one two years ago only lasted two weeks and they were able to get him back to work pretty soon.   This year, there were 10 guys ahead of him to be placed.  Let me explain how the job placement works with the union.  If you get laid off, you go into a "pool" of other guys that have been laid off.  It goes in order.  When jobs open up, they start at the top of the list and work down.  So, after four weeks of nothing and only TWO guys getting placed before him,  we did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of praying.  We felt that the best thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;financially&lt;/span&gt; was for Quinn to go back over the road.  We were able to place his school on hold and not lose any of the time time he has put back it.  We are very grateful that he does have this skill (driving) to fall back on.  Well, the weekend before  he leaves for training, he gets into a wreck and totals his car.  We had just had someone that was gonna buy it also.  Awesome huh?   Then our dishwasher breaks. So after LOTS of prayer and fasting, we found out that the accident will not affect him going back to driving.  YIPPEE.  So we get him all sent off and Porter gets that hand/foot/mouth disease.  I don't know if any of you guys have had to deal with that but it was so hard for me those four days.  I find out that my iron is very low with this baby and I need to have an IV drip to speed things up.  All of this while Quinn AND my mom are out of town.  I think that's all of the crappy stuff that has happened in the last six weeks or so.  Now on to the blessings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY.  How have we not been blessed?  That pretty much sums it up.  The gates of heaven have opened up and landed on my door step.  The love and support from family and friends is beyond ANYTHING I have ever imagined or prayed for.  The Lord know me.  He knows my family, He knows what we need.  There is not one thing that he has over looked.  Yes it sucks that Quinn is gone over the holidays.  I HATE doing this by myself,  but he is able to provide for his family and we get to talk to him everyday.  We even got to see him for a few hours last week.  I KNOW the Lord made this possible for us.  I can feel His love everytime I look at my childrens' face.  The Lord has calmed their hearts and made me more patient.  To see Corban's face when he talks to Quinn makes it worth it.  Life is gonna be good.  WE ARE BLESSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-2788492280357559641?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/2788492280357559641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=2788492280357559641' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/2788492280357559641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/2788492280357559641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-think-i-have-finally-caught-my-breath.html' title='I think I have finally caught my breath.'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-4754340845508527258</id><published>2009-11-14T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:49:34.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn Maze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sv8u6SSyg5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/qzJEgE7E0G0/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sv8u6SSyg5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/qzJEgE7E0G0/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404089656745821074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been trying to post some new stuff for a few days but seem to have gotten blogging block and can't figure out why it's  been messing up.  Note the part that I can't seem to make not a link.  This year we went to the Corn Maze.  Kinda boring for small children.  Porter had more fun with the soda bottle than the maze.  Oh well.  Here are Quinn and the boys prior to our adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sv8u5xK7XFI/AAAAAAAAAPM/pPbry85vgMw/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sv8u5xK7XFI/AAAAAAAAAPM/pPbry85vgMw/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404089647854476370" border="0" /&gt;We had to do the "jummpy thing"  I think Quinn had more fun than the boys!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sv8u5hJYbDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/zO5MBCjAw-c/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sv8u5hJYbDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/zO5MBCjAw-c/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404089643553025074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Corban giving me the guided tour.  He told me that these are the "indrections" (instructions and directions in one) on how to make sure you stay safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sv8u5IMhvdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/F4ClmiEA1lc/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sv8u5IMhvdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/F4ClmiEA1lc/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404089636855332306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the maze.  Notice the soda bottle.  We made it out okay thanks to the indrections.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-4754340845508527258?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/4754340845508527258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=4754340845508527258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/4754340845508527258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/4754340845508527258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/11/corn-maze.html' title='Corn Maze'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sv8u6SSyg5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/qzJEgE7E0G0/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-8416867544996497213</id><published>2009-10-07T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:09:38.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some new pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys LOVE to take all the cushions off the couch and make a "trail" for hopping. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Ss1iYQgbjYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/9AzEadC8cbo/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390072497919724930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Ss1iYQgbjYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/9AzEadC8cbo/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; telling me this is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MOSTEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; FUN EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Ss1iX7Bl5yI/AAAAAAAAANs/Twc7YPRqQ4w/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390072492153235234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Ss1iX7Bl5yI/AAAAAAAAANs/Twc7YPRqQ4w/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porter destroys everything. Here is an example of him making his car a convertible. He must need to feel the wind in his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Ss1iXUOhLxI/AAAAAAAAANk/k-YKqB5JWgU/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390072481738469138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Ss1iXUOhLxI/AAAAAAAAANk/k-YKqB5JWgU/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loves the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;swing set&lt;/span&gt; that Quinn built. He would spend all day here if he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Ss1iWxp4I7I/AAAAAAAAANc/U88GBN_zEtw/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390072472457978802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Ss1iWxp4I7I/AAAAAAAAANc/U88GBN_zEtw/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for Rebekah and Nathan. Nathan- even though you guys are gone, we are keeping the soccer love alive. Porter's got some good form if I do say so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Ss1iWqa6VKI/AAAAAAAAANU/QypaIM0NPTI/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390072470516159650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Ss1iWqa6VKI/AAAAAAAAANU/QypaIM0NPTI/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really wanted to put a picture of Porter up close but everyone I have is blurry because he is never still. I will continue in my quest to get a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-8416867544996497213?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/8416867544996497213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=8416867544996497213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/8416867544996497213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/8416867544996497213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-some-new-pics.html' title='Just some new pics!'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Ss1iYQgbjYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/9AzEadC8cbo/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-7610698103684484332</id><published>2009-10-06T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:00:28.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby</title><content type='html'>I've always been one of those people who goes to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restarunt &lt;/span&gt;and orders the same meal. Why change? You know you love it, you know it tastes good. So it comes as no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; that we are having another BOY! I mean, we know they are cute as can be so why change it up. Looks like my life will forever revolve around Transformers and Star Wars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-7610698103684484332?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/7610698103684484332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=7610698103684484332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/7610698103684484332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/7610698103684484332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby.html' title='Baby'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-7118415147872137695</id><published>2009-09-22T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:45:21.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to VOTE!!</title><content type='html'>Okay everyone!!  We have two weeks till we find out if this little baby is a boy or a girl.  Cast your vote and lets see who's right!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-7118415147872137695?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/7118415147872137695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=7118415147872137695' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/7118415147872137695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/7118415147872137695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-time-to-vote.html' title='It&apos;s time to VOTE!!'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-5898319565581113793</id><published>2009-09-15T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:59:40.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has anyone seen my children?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, this is what happens when Quinn decides to take a nap.  Porter wants to play hide-n-seek.  Funny thing is, Quinn slept right through it.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SrA3IMhF_SI/AAAAAAAAANM/GOHbeWrq1aw/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381862168646253858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SrA3IMhF_SI/AAAAAAAAANM/GOHbeWrq1aw/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; gets in on the action, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cept&lt;/span&gt; he chose the disguise method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SrA3H7WB78I/AAAAAAAAANE/yFi9r5pSyb4/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381862164036448194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SrA3H7WB78I/AAAAAAAAANE/yFi9r5pSyb4/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Porter on the other hand, went the old fashion way of hiding.  Can anyone find him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SrA3HLa8wuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5FwGWiGtEgA/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381862151172178658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SrA3HLa8wuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5FwGWiGtEgA/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is attempt number two in case I missed him the first time.  Note that the shelf broke after the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SrA3G9glJhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CHJTO8udPcA/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381862147437700626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SrA3G9glJhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CHJTO8udPcA/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-5898319565581113793?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/5898319565581113793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=5898319565581113793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/5898319565581113793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/5898319565581113793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/09/has-anyone-seen-my-children.html' title='Has anyone seen my children?'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SrA3IMhF_SI/AAAAAAAAANM/GOHbeWrq1aw/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-6449865952003225309</id><published>2009-09-06T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:05:01.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we want our kids to talk???</title><content type='html'>Corban: Mommy, can I have some of that candy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;Corban: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cause it will make you fat.&lt;br /&gt;Corban: But you are fat mommy&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fat??  I'm not fat, I'm pregnant.  I'm gonna have a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Corban:  But even after the baby comes, you will still be fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Church today after picking him up at nursery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban: Me and Noah got into a fight over the blue train. (pause)  Just like you and Daddy fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love um.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-6449865952003225309?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/6449865952003225309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=6449865952003225309' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/6449865952003225309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/6449865952003225309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-do-we-want-our-kids-to-talk.html' title='Why do we want our kids to talk???'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-4770632141017785451</id><published>2009-08-31T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:19:23.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So saddddd</title><content type='html'>So, one of my children have decided to hide the charger to our camera battery.  Lovely.  So, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt; for the Nobles.  And wouldn't you know it that the boys have been doing the CUTEST things lately that I can't snap photos of.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eg&lt;/span&gt;-  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; stuffed two balls up his shirt and told me he was having two babies.  How cute??  Oh well.  Now the question is, just get a new charger or a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt;?  Ours is like 6 years old and only a 6.1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mega pixel&lt;/span&gt;.  Too bad this didn't happen a week before Christmas or my birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-4770632141017785451?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/4770632141017785451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=4770632141017785451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/4770632141017785451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/4770632141017785451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-saddddd.html' title='So saddddd'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-7807972606158216148</id><published>2009-08-06T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:01:25.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we have been up too</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been so long since I've gotten on here.  I wish I had some reason, but none really are coming to mind.  So here is a glimpse into our life.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; has really been my big helper lately and Porter LOVES anything that his brother does.  Do I get this kind of smile when I feed him?    I think not.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SnrQ8kL-PdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/EJ7hRt8AaGo/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366831644889988562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SnrQ8kL-PdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/EJ7hRt8AaGo/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had run to the bathroom and this is what I saw when I got back.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; did this all on his own with no asking from me.  Now if I can just get him to eat his lunch with no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SnrQ8AZJFJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HBzkcwAzEME/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366831635281548434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SnrQ8AZJFJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HBzkcwAzEME/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know, my 16 month son is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OBSESSED&lt;/span&gt; with Night at the Museum.  He sits through the WHOLE movie.  This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rexy&lt;/span&gt; toy is kinda like his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blankie&lt;/span&gt;.  It goes with us everywhere.  So much that it has been lost and replaced. (Thanks again Stephanie and Hallie, life is good again.)  At night, he will climb into the rocking chair with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rexy&lt;/span&gt; toy, the case to the movie and his bottle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hollar&lt;/span&gt; at you to come turn it on for him.  So dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SnrQ7z9SfyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/uoLcSsBmEec/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366831631943499554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SnrQ7z9SfyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/uoLcSsBmEec/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; and Porter have been playing together so good lately.  I know it's not gonna last long but I will take what I can get.  Porter ADORES &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; is starting to do more than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tolerate&lt;/span&gt; him.  He can be such a good brother most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SnrQ7dxngEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/NuDvU0siPME/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366831625988964418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SnrQ7dxngEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/NuDvU0siPME/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing cause they are both gonna be big brothers next year.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Surprise&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SnrQ7DWCdyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Mr4DjrgsLdo/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366831618893969186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SnrQ7DWCdyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Mr4DjrgsLdo/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-7807972606158216148?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/7807972606158216148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=7807972606158216148' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/7807972606158216148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/7807972606158216148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-we-have-been-up-too.html' title='What we have been up too'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SnrQ8kL-PdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/EJ7hRt8AaGo/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-6868751400213752960</id><published>2009-08-01T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T16:56:37.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are still alive</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note to let everyone know we are doing well and kickin!!  Things are good.  Updates to come so STAY TUNED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-6868751400213752960?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/6868751400213752960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=6868751400213752960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/6868751400213752960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/6868751400213752960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-are-still-alive.html' title='We are still alive'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-6326556331549656997</id><published>2009-06-21T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:44:25.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fathers have a sweet spot in my heart. Growing up, I was a daddy's girl. Daddy's little princess. I loved my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;papa&lt;/span&gt;. He was a good man. I can look back on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of my good qualities and acknowledge him for them. Now, being a wife and mother, I can see my boys picking up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Quinn's&lt;/span&gt; qualities as well. (You know about there sleeping abilities) I am so proud to be married to such an awesome man. (He's gonna kill me for giving him this shout out but oh well) There are so many things I love about him. Let me list a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He spoils me and the boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He works hard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's not ashamed of his past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a dork just like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves us with everything he has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys love playing with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's not afraid of poop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has great taste in women&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He puts his heart in all he does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He knows the true meaning of family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's got better patience than me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His testimony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He cooks and bakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He want to be the best he can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's the best man ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's to Quinn. The BEST FATHER EVER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349930178553649410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sj7FJvnVGQI/AAAAAAAAAME/S6g8vcfd2cc/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-6326556331549656997?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/6326556331549656997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=6326556331549656997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/6326556331549656997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/6326556331549656997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers Day!'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sj7FJvnVGQI/AAAAAAAAAME/S6g8vcfd2cc/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-532609068453583363</id><published>2009-05-18T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:28:43.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby's ONE!!  (well, thirteen months cause I'm a little late blogging.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, on Easter Sunday, Porter turned the big one-o!!!   I am shocked at how fast this little boy is growing up and I DON'T LIKE IT ONE BIT!!  We just had my brothers over to Nana's house for dinner.  Everyone else posts their pictures in order but I like to do things differently.  Enjoy.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ShIXJMsH-aI/AAAAAAAAALw/6cYEgGwVXKM/s1600-h/Easter%26Birthday+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337353955180018082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ShIXJMsH-aI/AAAAAAAAALw/6cYEgGwVXKM/s320/Easter%26Birthday+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somebody LOVED the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ShIXJNZxJ0I/AAAAAAAAALo/IPjJ0AlnYF4/s1600-h/Easter%26Birthday+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337353955371460418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ShIXJNZxJ0I/AAAAAAAAALo/IPjJ0AlnYF4/s320/Easter%26Birthday+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just one bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ShIXI857ZUI/AAAAAAAAALg/wH-dn_bSOk4/s1600-h/Easter%26Birthday+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337353950942946626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ShIXI857ZUI/AAAAAAAAALg/wH-dn_bSOk4/s320/Easter%26Birthday+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical Porter.  Climbing or jumping off something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ShIXInadkRI/AAAAAAAAALY/E24kPKHsYq8/s1600-h/Easter%26Birthday+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337353945173823762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ShIXInadkRI/AAAAAAAAALY/E24kPKHsYq8/s320/Easter%26Birthday+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening awesome gifts from Misty.  (those are rain drops on my shirt, not stains)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337353943182970226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ShIXIf_zjXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/R8qiEjBmyGk/s320/Easter%26Birthday+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Porter and the loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-532609068453583363?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/532609068453583363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=532609068453583363' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/532609068453583363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/532609068453583363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-babys-one-well-thirteen-months-cause.html' title='My Baby&apos;s ONE!!  (well, thirteen months cause I&apos;m a little late blogging.)'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ShIXJMsH-aI/AAAAAAAAALw/6cYEgGwVXKM/s72-c/Easter%26Birthday+059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-1528945355759880921</id><published>2009-04-24T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:27:48.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Easter</title><content type='html'>So, we had a BUSY Easter weekend!!  Not one, but two Easter egg hunts.  The first one was a wonderful ward activity.  Quinn had to work, so I had both kids.  Needless to say, no pictures got taken during that hunt.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; and Porter had a blast even though I don't have proof of it.  The activity was very well put together.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; came away saying that the "bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soldiers&lt;/span&gt; made Jesus "died" but the earth shook and he didn't die anymore."  Man I love that kid.  Props to the leaders who did such a good job.  After that was a small group of friends at Shelby farms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the kiddo waiting to go.  Notice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; cheating, I mean getting a head start.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJx13ENrKI/AAAAAAAAALI/CDPaBHF06AU/s1600-h/Easter%26Birthday+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328446479261346978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJx13ENrKI/AAAAAAAAALI/CDPaBHF06AU/s320/Easter%26Birthday+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And were off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJx1Q9y3fI/AAAAAAAAALA/i8oNgotyIHQ/s1600-h/Easter%26Birthday+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328446469033876978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJx1Q9y3fI/AAAAAAAAALA/i8oNgotyIHQ/s320/Easter%26Birthday+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn getting into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJx09J6d2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/cKdjSVIyVx8/s1600-h/Easter%26Birthday+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328446463715997538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJx09J6d2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/cKdjSVIyVx8/s320/Easter%26Birthday+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me helping the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJx0dEg90I/AAAAAAAAAKw/XvtNhyltGTY/s1600-h/Easter%26Birthday+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328446455103420226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJx0dEg90I/AAAAAAAAAKw/XvtNhyltGTY/s320/Easter%26Birthday+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porter checking out the goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJx0EgKCSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/CLAojKRoW7A/s1600-h/Easter%26Birthday+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328446448508471586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJx0EgKCSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/CLAojKRoW7A/s320/Easter%26Birthday+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued on next post. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-1528945355759880921?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/1528945355759880921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=1528945355759880921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/1528945355759880921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/1528945355759880921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-easter.html' title='More Easter'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJx13ENrKI/AAAAAAAAALI/CDPaBHF06AU/s72-c/Easter%26Birthday+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-8575934263913908733</id><published>2009-04-24T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:34:26.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter. . . just a little late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom, look at what I got!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJvXCC_XaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BkQN8eQimuE/s1600-h/Easter%26Birthday+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328443750609804706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJvXCC_XaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BkQN8eQimuE/s320/Easter%26Birthday+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; findings. Porter helping himself to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Corban's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; not liking that plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJvWxz2ojI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zDAkC1PN9w8/s1600-h/Easter%26Birthday+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328443746251350578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJvWxz2ojI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zDAkC1PN9w8/s320/Easter%26Birthday+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy!! He wouldn't give it to me! I'm outta here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJvWZdPOvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tF4R6sSYOsA/s1600-h/Easter%26Birthday+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328443739714042610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJvWZdPOvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tF4R6sSYOsA/s320/Easter%26Birthday+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt;: "Now my eggs are safe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJvWPnLy1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/5zghvmCD91s/s1600-h/Easter%26Birthday+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328443737071405906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJvWPnLy1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/5zghvmCD91s/s320/Easter%26Birthday+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; kept thinking and telling us that there were more eggs further back in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJvVzBrB7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/6RRJKZvlDdU/s1600-h/Easter%26Birthday+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328443729397876658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJvVzBrB7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/6RRJKZvlDdU/s320/Easter%26Birthday+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-8575934263913908733?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/8575934263913908733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=8575934263913908733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/8575934263913908733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/8575934263913908733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-just-little-late.html' title='Easter. . . just a little late'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SfJvXCC_XaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BkQN8eQimuE/s72-c/Easter%26Birthday+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-1528795622627292065</id><published>2009-04-09T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:44:58.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sleepers II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Corban after a fun weekend with Rebekah and Nathan.  It was so good to have them back for a few days!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sd5b-yfZ9sI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4w4iML1uZZw/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322792943862019778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sd5b-yfZ9sI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4w4iML1uZZw/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't this look so cozy?  My body hurts just looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sd5b-tvkP2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ncFBZK8Tq8g/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322792942587625314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sd5b-tvkP2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ncFBZK8Tq8g/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Porter after playing &amp;amp; washing cars with Daddy and Uncle Punk.(also known as Brian). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sd5b-UONZ7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/iyQh4hxFYik/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322792935736829874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sd5b-UONZ7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/iyQh4hxFYik/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sd5b-F91EbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OGeP5dACop4/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322792931910029746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sd5b-F91EbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OGeP5dACop4/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*I'm trying not to take it personally that NO ONE responded to my homemade craft offer.  You all can kiss my booty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-1528795622627292065?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/1528795622627292065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=1528795622627292065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/1528795622627292065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/1528795622627292065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-sleepers-ii.html' title='Sweet Sleepers II'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/Sd5b-yfZ9sI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4w4iML1uZZw/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-2815675087947428781</id><published>2009-04-05T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:21:22.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it forward</title><content type='html'>Paying It ForwardI've seen this several times and figured I could use a little good Kharma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first three people to respond to this post will get something made by me!  This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:&lt;br /&gt;I make no guarantees that you will like what I make but...It will be made especially for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be baked goods, a photo, poetry, favorite quotes or something decorative. It will be completed in 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catch?Oh, the catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 3 people who do the same. The first 3 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did get a homemade gift by me!Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it! Good luck!What a great way to give service and utilize our skills!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-2815675087947428781?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/2815675087947428781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=2815675087947428781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/2815675087947428781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/2815675087947428781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/04/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay it forward'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-4640098140057348195</id><published>2009-04-02T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:13:28.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's all go to the zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently my aunt was in town for a quick visit and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; wanted to take her to the zoo.  The day was made for the zoo.  Not to hot, slight breeze, and small crowds.  We had a GOOD time.  You can't really see it here but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; found a bamboo stick and carried that thing around like it was gold.  He loved his stick.  It was kinda like his walking stick.  Too cute.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SdTRHtMzgeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8ACXu1vFZVw/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320106990153990626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SdTRHtMzgeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8ACXu1vFZVw/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana, can I have a candy please?  What do you think the answer was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SdTRHQBpy4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/pWkaESnVVaI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320106982322588546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SdTRHQBpy4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/pWkaESnVVaI/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porter at the panda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exhibit&lt;/span&gt;.  He would have climbed ALL OVER these rocks if I would have let him.  This boy has NO fear.  He keeps me on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SdTRGoyvFsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GGO9JI5gT_w/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320106971791038146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SdTRGoyvFsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GGO9JI5gT_w/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is looking at the pandas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SdTRGRoQInI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9U5Iz6EArmQ/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320106965573050994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SdTRGRoQInI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9U5Iz6EArmQ/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the pandas liked Porter as much as he liked them.  It was a great day.  I'm glad that Nana and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aunt&lt;/span&gt; Gay were able to spend it with us.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pictures&lt;/span&gt; of them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SdTRGVrfKdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fuaklNuJf34/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320106966660360658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SdTRGVrfKdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fuaklNuJf34/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-4640098140057348195?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/4640098140057348195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=4640098140057348195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/4640098140057348195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/4640098140057348195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-all-go-to-zoo.html' title='Let&apos;s all go to the zoo'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SdTRHtMzgeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8ACXu1vFZVw/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-7119750149151982652</id><published>2009-03-21T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:11:23.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's my boy</title><content type='html'>So I totally stole this from Meghan Boston. What a great way to remember this age. Mommy through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Corban's&lt;/span&gt; eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is something that mom always says to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:I'll be right back ( I DO say this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What makes mom happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: No hitting and when I put a marble in ( We have a "good choice" jar. When he makes a good choice, he gets a marble. When it's full, we get to go to the zoo, chuck-e-cheese, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What makes mom sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Hitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How does mom make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: when you put me high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was your mom like as a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How old is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How tall is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:I'm just kinda short put mommy is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BBBIIIGGG&lt;/span&gt;. (as he is reaching for the sky. Lovely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is her favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: eat chocolate (that one cracked me up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does your mom do when your not around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: eat more chocolate and want to spend time with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your mom good at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Our home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless. No lie, this is what he said. Out of the mouth of babes. I love that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315773914308750850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ScVsNfypLgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0hKXr2eiK10/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-7119750149151982652?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/7119750149151982652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=7119750149151982652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/7119750149151982652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/7119750149151982652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/03/thats-my-boy.html' title='That&apos;s my boy'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ScVsNfypLgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0hKXr2eiK10/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-3810101519204657713</id><published>2009-03-19T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:19:13.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight sweethearts. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As many of you know, before I had children, I had this WONDERFUL ability to fall asleep anywhere. Watching a movie, in the car, at the movie theater. Quinn is still able to use this talent. His is more mastered than mine. It seems that our children inherited this trait also.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ScMGQYJOCVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I3s60Pb42YE/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315098863656110418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ScMGQYJOCVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I3s60Pb42YE/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ScMGCjvAjSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XeSBESyMJRA/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315098626249231650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ScMGCjvAjSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XeSBESyMJRA/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; getting his nightly breathing treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315101535562935010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ScMIr5xcquI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aK_8VqZWvEw/s320/3-7-09+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ScMGCUH8R0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/0kwWyQSWkwY/s1600-h/3-7-09+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt;, stuffed kitty and koala. Life is not good without these at bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ScMGCB8ofFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WSzXXIEHBYc/s1600-h/3-7-09+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315098617179569234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ScMGCB8ofFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WSzXXIEHBYc/s320/3-7-09+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ScMGB-MN0VI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UM8OU7ILbKY/s1600-h/3-7-09+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315098616171188562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ScMGB-MN0VI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UM8OU7ILbKY/s320/3-7-09+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He REALLY takes after his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ScMGB7sAWPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6s3NBQJv178/s1600-h/3-7-09+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315098615499217138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ScMGB7sAWPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6s3NBQJv178/s320/3-7-09+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-3810101519204657713?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/3810101519204657713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=3810101519204657713' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/3810101519204657713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/3810101519204657713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodnight-sweethearts.html' title='Goodnight sweethearts. . .'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/ScMGQYJOCVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I3s60Pb42YE/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-17601973521126380</id><published>2009-03-07T15:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:40:29.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH the weather outside is . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we had a BLIZZARD!!  Yippee.  Corban was in heaven.  It looks like night time but its really THAT early in the morning.  This is Corban's Batman pose.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL_NWTH96I/AAAAAAAAAHs/LC36mghYCl0/s1600-h/3-7-09+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310587515412412322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL_NWTH96I/AAAAAAAAAHs/LC36mghYCl0/s320/3-7-09+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the large pile of snow in the back.  Porter was enjoying the snow until he found out that you can't crawl up snow.  It' gets on your face.  When you go to wipe your face, your gloves have snow on them also.  Then you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL_M7cF7aI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TOs3uTCBuok/s1600-h/3-7-09+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310587508202270114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL_M7cF7aI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TOs3uTCBuok/s320/3-7-09+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL_MNv3vAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oLoLg8pm5Pc/s1600-h/3-7-09+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310587495937195010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL_MNv3vAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oLoLg8pm5Pc/s320/3-7-09+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porter happier in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL_Lws8EqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-zbC6Hxp2N4/s1600-h/3-7-09+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310587488140268194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL_Lws8EqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-zbC6Hxp2N4/s320/3-7-09+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-17601973521126380?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/17601973521126380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=17601973521126380' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/17601973521126380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/17601973521126380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-weather-outside-is.html' title='OH the weather outside is . . .'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL_NWTH96I/AAAAAAAAAHs/LC36mghYCl0/s72-c/3-7-09+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-5260778283546392687</id><published>2009-03-07T14:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:07:28.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the WWF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So , this is how the boys like to entertain themselves.  Porter usually starts . . . &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL9FoID7gI/AAAAAAAAAHM/sKSDI1t70WE/s1600-h/3-7-09+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310585183735639554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL9FoID7gI/AAAAAAAAAHM/sKSDI1t70WE/s320/3-7-09+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Corban makes his move. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL9FMa36JI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1eTrPshrON4/s1600-h/3-7-09+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310585176298350738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL9FMa36JI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1eTrPshrON4/s320/3-7-09+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porter is on the run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL9Eg66meI/AAAAAAAAAG8/nQHaTbvlEXc/s1600-h/3-7-09+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310585164621584866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL9Eg66meI/AAAAAAAAAG8/nQHaTbvlEXc/s320/3-7-09+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban trying to get him to play again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL9EISUwbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4u8HjpeJphM/s1600-h/3-7-09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310585158008881586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL9EISUwbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4u8HjpeJphM/s320/3-7-09+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porter agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL9DqhnKNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RufZe8BQpPg/s1600-h/3-7-09+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310585150019938514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL9DqhnKNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RufZe8BQpPg/s320/3-7-09+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-5260778283546392687?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/5260778283546392687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=5260778283546392687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/5260778283546392687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/5260778283546392687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-wwf.html' title='It&apos;s the WWF'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SbL9FoID7gI/AAAAAAAAAHM/sKSDI1t70WE/s72-c/3-7-09+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-1077867818839143916</id><published>2009-02-11T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:23:13.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the answer is. . .</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, my little monkey has been sick a few times.  We have been going through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of tests to find out what is making him sick.  And now for the results. . .  He's got two things going on.  First- Allergies-  pretty much to any thing that you can find in the south.  Dust, grass, trees, mold, etc.  These allergies cause asthma.  Second-  He has an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;genetic&lt;/span&gt; disorder called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IgA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;deviancy&lt;/span&gt;.  What does that mean?  (I would google it to get the details, I can't spell all of that medical stuff)  Pretty much your blood makes two kinds of antibodies- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IgG&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IgA&lt;/span&gt;.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IgA&lt;/span&gt; ones help to fight off infections in the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;severe&lt;/span&gt;" areas like the lungs and GI track.  He does not produce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;IgA&lt;/span&gt; antibody.  Which causes him to have an upset stomach and upper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;respiratory&lt;/span&gt; infections.  (Hey, this is sounding familiar)   It's a pretty common condition, one in about 500 kids have it.  So, now we know what's going on.  Now what can we do about it?  Nothing.  Yep, that's right.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;allergies&lt;/span&gt; can be treated.  Right now we are waiting before starting shots.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;IgA&lt;/span&gt;?  Not treatable.  Isn't that nice?  Why even tell me that he has it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this when I know the Lord is watching out for me and my family.  My mind keeps going over all of the terrible things that he could have had and has been tested for.  We are blessed.  True we can't do anything for his condition but it's not that bad.  I can live with it.  He can LIVE with it.  The Lord really does watch out for me and I want to thank him for this blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-1077867818839143916?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/1077867818839143916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=1077867818839143916' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/1077867818839143916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/1077867818839143916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-answer-is.html' title='And the answer is. . .'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-6795139576540662407</id><published>2009-02-11T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T06:03:01.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Mist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few weeks ago, we got about 1/4 of an inch of snow. Some of us did not like it.. .&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SZLZdVW--BI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mvRaGjWoBuc/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301538809341474834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SZLZdVW--BI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mvRaGjWoBuc/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of us loved it. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SZLZdLEyiuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/a7-7V2Yk0vY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301538806580808418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SZLZdLEyiuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/a7-7V2Yk0vY/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice there is NONE on the streets. Yet schools were closed. Go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SZLZcgIfuWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xUM40eXYEvU/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301538795053627746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SZLZcgIfuWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xUM40eXYEvU/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-6795139576540662407?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/6795139576540662407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=6795139576540662407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/6795139576540662407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/6795139576540662407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-mist.html' title='Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Mist'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SZLZdVW--BI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mvRaGjWoBuc/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-8118337715312774838</id><published>2009-02-05T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:36:44.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!</title><content type='html'>I just want to say that I'm really happy when good things happen  to people I love!! That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-8118337715312774838?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/8118337715312774838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=8118337715312774838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/8118337715312774838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/8118337715312774838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy.html' title='Happy!'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-3064043932129798521</id><published>2009-02-03T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:41:55.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A three year-old in the 21st century</title><content type='html'>Corban:  Mom, we gots to hurry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Why?  What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban:  I have to go to the Batroom and turn into Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh yeah?  How do you know they need you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban:  Because Mom, I just got an email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-3064043932129798521?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/3064043932129798521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=3064043932129798521' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/3064043932129798521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/3064043932129798521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-year-old-in-21st-century.html' title='A three year-old in the 21st century'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-4463524025563452597</id><published>2009-01-27T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:30:11.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's THREE!!  wow I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it.  My baby is a big boy now.  As many of you know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; had to spend this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt; birthday in the hospital.  (Don't worry, he's is okay now.  Still having test to find out what is making my boy not feel good.) Everyday that he was out, he kept asking for a birthday party.  So here it is. . . (or was or whatever)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SX_PN2smIGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/645wLSJ89n0/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296179523738804322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SX_PN2smIGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/645wLSJ89n0/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun times of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, pizza and cupcakes.  Notice all of his friends are girls.  Little player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SX_PNXX8oJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/I4yNmlB7fzw/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296179515330699410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SX_PNXX8oJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/I4yNmlB7fzw/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt;, Lydia and Sammy's arm in his clubhouse tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SX_PNRIViLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HCV4Jehjc8w/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296179513654610098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SX_PNRIViLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HCV4Jehjc8w/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; with his "Happy birthday party noise maker"  Yes, that is what he calls it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he plays with it.  (this was taken before the party.  I did not let him mack on the ladies in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SX_PNIHIVAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/T2ty9z2dx9M/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296179511233631234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SX_PNIHIVAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/T2ty9z2dx9M/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Porter spends all of his time. On my legs, getting picked up.  Who could say no to that face?  Not me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SX_PM7U645I/AAAAAAAAAFc/h4Ar_myRUQM/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296179507801809810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SX_PM7U645I/AAAAAAAAAFc/h4Ar_myRUQM/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-4463524025563452597?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/4463524025563452597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=4463524025563452597' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/4463524025563452597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/4463524025563452597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates.html' title='Updates. . .'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SX_PN2smIGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/645wLSJ89n0/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-2701165608295857272</id><published>2008-12-19T17:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:14:26.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We miss Bekah!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few weeks ago we had a visit from our good friend Nathan while he took boards. He didn't bring his wife. So, to make her feel bad, here are pics of Nathan and the super cute kids that she didn't get to see. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SUxFNv_ykII/AAAAAAAAAFU/oPzUDitQb04/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281672565523386498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SUxFNv_ykII/AAAAAAAAAFU/oPzUDitQb04/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban LOVES Nathan. For a few days after he left, everytime the doorbell rang he would say "IT'S NATHAN!!"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SUxFNAsDmHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cxb_vafwyfs/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281672552824150130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SUxFNAsDmHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cxb_vafwyfs/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You better come next time Bekah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-2701165608295857272?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/2701165608295857272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=2701165608295857272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/2701165608295857272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/2701165608295857272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-miss-bekah.html' title='We miss Bekah!!!'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SUxFNv_ykII/AAAAAAAAAFU/oPzUDitQb04/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-5836351740778670306</id><published>2008-12-19T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:04:15.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;A couple of weeks ago, we took advantage of the nice weather and spent the morning at the park.  Here are a few pics of our day.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SUxDcz50jgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2DUc1lDUSGY/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281670625246875138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SUxDcz50jgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2DUc1lDUSGY/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quinn and Porter (thank you Nana for the hats. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SUxDbo99LhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lJPjqYX1sb4/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281670605131558418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SUxDbo99LhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lJPjqYX1sb4/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people say that Corban looks like me and Porter looks like Quinn.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SUxDa8AzLEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/56B94S5VHCA/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281670593063889986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SUxDa8AzLEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/56B94S5VHCA/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SUxDasK3FzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TVTNfGXdxm0/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281670588811122482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SUxDasK3FzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TVTNfGXdxm0/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-5836351740778670306?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/5836351740778670306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=5836351740778670306' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/5836351740778670306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/5836351740778670306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-at-park.html' title='A Day at the Park'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SUxDcz50jgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2DUc1lDUSGY/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-1913790751145256758</id><published>2008-12-19T11:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:39:59.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Michelle</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm posting.  Kiss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-1913790751145256758?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/1913790751145256758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=1913790751145256758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/1913790751145256758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/1913790751145256758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-michelle.html' title='For Michelle'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-523889819707825375</id><published>2008-11-22T07:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:52:11.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says that Halloween can't come a week before Thanksgiving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgoLStTrtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QNhAUQmmH4g/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271507538302709458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgoLStTrtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QNhAUQmmH4g/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the costume that I got for Porter.  He couldn't move in it so we had to go with something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgoLM0gVxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/C-bJHugxKuY/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271507536722286354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgoLM0gVxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/C-bJHugxKuY/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The family at Trunk-r-Treat.  My little cow and monkey.  Then my Scottish hunk.  Hey. . . what Do they wear under their kilts?  hummmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgoK87e2rI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/anb0Ia0FTCk/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271507532456581810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgoK87e2rI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/anb0Ia0FTCk/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who's a Monkey???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgoKlVFp1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/1-1EXBb-pqY/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271507526121531218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgoKlVFp1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/1-1EXBb-pqY/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban and Daddy shooting the Nerf gun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgoKdPFOdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FMAeilcPXPs/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271507523948853714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgoKdPFOdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FMAeilcPXPs/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban at the trunk-r-treat.  Then he realized that this moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgmyTqWhNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8td2NLpGf_U/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271506009550390482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgmyTqWhNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8td2NLpGf_U/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not to sure of what to think of the skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgmx0aX1mI/AAAAAAAAADw/6BWRQqT7lII/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271506001161868898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgmx0aX1mI/AAAAAAAAADw/6BWRQqT7lII/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cutest cow in the herd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgmxd_LwOI/AAAAAAAAADo/lSrjOS6hVV8/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271505995142250722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgmxd_LwOI/AAAAAAAAADo/lSrjOS6hVV8/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draw a little beard on Porter and you have little Quinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgmw74kSFI/AAAAAAAAADg/V7KYXuSVgdA/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271505985987692626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgmw74kSFI/AAAAAAAAADg/V7KYXuSVgdA/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think he had a good time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgmwXTC9iI/AAAAAAAAADY/w5iMtyxnp-k/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271505976166643234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgmwXTC9iI/AAAAAAAAADY/w5iMtyxnp-k/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And who says that cows sleep standing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-523889819707825375?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/523889819707825375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=523889819707825375' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/523889819707825375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/523889819707825375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-says-that-halloween-cant-come-week.html' title='Who says that Halloween can&apos;t come a week before Thanksgiving?'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SSgoLStTrtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QNhAUQmmH4g/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-4657792604311502449</id><published>2008-11-05T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:58:24.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my sister, I and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nephew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; were able to take a quick train to Paris for a few days. Here are a few pics of the famous sites. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Louvre&lt;/span&gt; was BY FAR my fave thing. I can't even begin to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;explain&lt;/span&gt; how awesome it was. I'm not a huge art fan or anything else like that, but I stood in awe for over 2 hours (And we saw 1/2 of one of the three floors). Outside of the art and the history, the building it's self is breath taking. AMAZING!! I will never forget it. Thank you to Misty and Turbo Jr. for making it such a great trip.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SRIFrdo9YiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Q6bOvSgu5_A/s1600-h/121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265277158598468130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SRIFrdo9YiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Q6bOvSgu5_A/s320/121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Louvre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SRIFrEooqeI/AAAAAAAAADI/JMGbaPE7pUo/s1600-h/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265277151886223842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SRIFrEooqeI/AAAAAAAAADI/JMGbaPE7pUo/s320/109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Eiffel&lt;/span&gt; Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SRIFqwZxfDI/AAAAAAAAADA/PhPn8noMgQs/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265277146455178290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SRIFqwZxfDI/AAAAAAAAADA/PhPn8noMgQs/s320/094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Eiffel&lt;/span&gt; Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SRIFqXDv8YI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CmjuaQXO0LA/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265277139651916162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SRIFqXDv8YI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CmjuaQXO0LA/s320/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; (Turbo Jr.) before our climb to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SRIFqBu_IOI/AAAAAAAAACw/DQUOQ_TpO2I/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265277133927686370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SRIFqBu_IOI/AAAAAAAAACw/DQUOQ_TpO2I/s320/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me before the climb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still more to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Does anyone want to see pics of like the artwork and building? I will post them if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; want to see them. Just let me know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-4657792604311502449?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/4657792604311502449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=4657792604311502449' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/4657792604311502449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/4657792604311502449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2008/11/paris.html' title='Paris'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SRIFrdo9YiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Q6bOvSgu5_A/s72-c/121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-753284810322873714</id><published>2008-10-23T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:12:24.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a week or two in Europe. . .</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I was BLESSED to be able to go see my sister who lives in Germany. WOW!!! Outside a few sick kiddos, everything was WONDERFUL! These pics are in no real order since I seem to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt; stupid and can't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SQd5dVgI63I/AAAAAAAAACo/N6OyLdnatMI/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262308234500828018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SQd5dVgI63I/AAAAAAAAACo/N6OyLdnatMI/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SQd5dJdvL9I/AAAAAAAAACg/wi7hlDiohgc/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262308231269527506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SQd5dJdvL9I/AAAAAAAAACg/wi7hlDiohgc/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a LITTLE cold in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rothenburg&lt;/span&gt; (this darling town about 2hours outside of Frankfurt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SQd5c_C2Z6I/AAAAAAAAACY/zMEXJoTc9xM/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262308228472399778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SQd5c_C2Z6I/AAAAAAAAACY/zMEXJoTc9xM/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the outside of our hotel in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rothenburg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SQd5cSHaHNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZZiDJgUfZO4/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262308216411921618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SQd5cSHaHNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZZiDJgUfZO4/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The city of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rothenburg&lt;/span&gt; is within a stone wall, this is the view from across the street from our hotel room. I just wanted to start singing "The hills are alive. . . " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SQd5b0QAXhI/AAAAAAAAACI/u2warukEZxo/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262308208394919442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SQd5b0QAXhI/AAAAAAAAACI/u2warukEZxo/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went on a Rhine river cruise and stopped off to see a castle. It just amazes me that these things are still standing after like 400 years. (And they have had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;electricity&lt;/span&gt; added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SQMbdxlGmVI/AAAAAAAAABU/ebRUoGtVb2U/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261078988037986642" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SQMbdxlGmVI/AAAAAAAAABU/ebRUoGtVb2U/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; waiting for "my plane, my plane!!!" Not quite the same feeling 5 hours into the flight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More to come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-753284810322873714?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/753284810322873714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=753284810322873714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/753284810322873714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/753284810322873714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-week-or-two-in-europe.html' title='Just a week or two in Europe. . .'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SQd5dVgI63I/AAAAAAAAACo/N6OyLdnatMI/s72-c/062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-5599589793389472198</id><published>2008-10-22T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:35:41.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG. . . .</title><content type='html'>My friend Rebekah gave me an "I Love Your Blog Award." Here are the rules: I have to answer the following questions with one word answers and one word only! Then I must pass it on to seven others.The questions are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? close&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other? School&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color? Brown&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? Generous&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? Heaven&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Children&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? Quiet&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? Stable&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? Living&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? Reading&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? Pain&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Gone&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? Pumkin&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not? Perfect&lt;br /&gt;15.One of your wish-list items? Mixer&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? Memphis&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you ate? Ckicken&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? Jeans&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? Nothing&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet? Nope&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? Vista&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? Silly&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? Misty&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? VAN&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? Shoes&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store? H&amp;amp;M&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? Busy&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone? Quinn&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? Red&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? Now&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? Goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I award the following 7 people with the "I love your blog award" and in so doing tag them to complete the above questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;br /&gt;Christina&lt;br /&gt;Shandra&lt;br /&gt;Amanda A.&lt;br /&gt;Umm, I'm new at blogging. I don't have that many stalkers yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-5599589793389472198?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/5599589793389472198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=5599589793389472198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/5599589793389472198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/5599589793389472198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-friend-rebekah-gave-me-i-love-your.html' title='TAG. . . .'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-7579847223655458242</id><published>2008-10-22T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:24:19.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin pickin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SP-KxFYBySI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/qhJQDZXoC7k/s1600-h/100_2271%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260075465653209378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SP-KxFYBySI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/qhJQDZXoC7k/s320/100_2271%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SP-KxnoBV2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/RD2W-7AqlQw/s1600-h/100_2275%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260075474847094626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="224" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SP-KxnoBV2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/RD2W-7AqlQw/s320/100_2275%5B1%5D" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SP-Kxxm7IWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/M79trqPB20M/s1600-h/100_2273%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260075477526847842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SP-Kxxm7IWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/M79trqPB20M/s320/100_2273%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we all went to the pumpkin patch so kids (aka Corban and Quinn) could get a pumpkin. Here are a few photos of the event.  Notice the size of the pumpkins.  I think that we went to the "Pumpkins on Steriods Patch" by accident.  They are almost the same size as Corban.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-7579847223655458242?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/7579847223655458242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=7579847223655458242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/7579847223655458242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/7579847223655458242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-pickin.html' title='Pumpkin pickin&apos;'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjNcm9Ts7yk/SP-KxFYBySI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/qhJQDZXoC7k/s72-c/100_2271%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787047343256325583.post-1477492051867981763</id><published>2008-10-22T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:42:23.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Fun Begin!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, pick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt; up off the floor.  I started my blog.  Shocking I know.  Just a heads up, I'm not promising anything fancy, timely, or of good taste. &lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to have a blog but I kept saying that I would start when something exciting happened.  (Because the birth of my second son just wasn't enough).  But here I am.  Ready to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commit&lt;/span&gt; to the world of blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787047343256325583-1477492051867981763?l=tennesseenobles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/feeds/1477492051867981763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=787047343256325583&amp;postID=1477492051867981763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/1477492051867981763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787047343256325583/posts/default/1477492051867981763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennesseenobles.blogspot.com/2008/10/let-fun-begin.html' title='Let the Fun Begin!!'/><author><name>The Tennessee Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16367052414748931531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
